"A hundred cannon, sir," Wadsworth said to Lovell. "A hundred cannon filling <strong>the</strong> harbor! <strong>The</strong> noise alone will distract <strong>the</strong> enemy. And <strong>the</strong> marines, sir,leading <strong>the</strong> way. We hurl a thousand men against <strong>the</strong> enemy, all at once!""It should get <strong>the</strong> business done," Hacker said in much <strong>the</strong> same tone he might have used to describe striking down a topmast or shifting a ton <strong>of</strong>ballast."A hundred marines," Lovell said in a plaintive voice that made it clear he would have preferred to have all <strong>the</strong> marines ashore."I need some to board <strong>the</strong> enemy ships," Hacker said."Of course, <strong>of</strong> course," Lovell conceded."But <strong>the</strong> marines are begging for a good fight," Hacker growled. "<strong>The</strong>y can't wait to prove <strong>the</strong>mselves. And just as soon as <strong>the</strong> enemy ships are taken ordestroyed, sir, I'll order <strong>the</strong> rest <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> marines and every sailor I can spare to join your assault.""Ships and men, sir," Wadsworth said, "fighting as one."Lovell's gaze flicked uncertainly between Wadsworth and Hacker. "And you think it can be done?" he asked <strong>the</strong> naval captain."Soon as <strong>the</strong> tide floods," Hacker, said, "which it will this afternoon.""<strong>The</strong>n let it be done!" Lovell decided. He planted both fists on <strong>the</strong> table. "Let us finish <strong>the</strong> job! Let us take our victory!""Sir? Captain Hacker, sir?" A midshipman appeared at <strong>the</strong> edge <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> clearing. "Sir?""Boy!" Hacker acknowledged <strong>the</strong> breathless lad. "What is it?""Commodore Saltonstall's compliments, sir, and will you return to <strong>the</strong> Providence, sir."<strong>The</strong> men at <strong>the</strong> table all stared at <strong>the</strong> boy. "Commodore Saltonstall?" Lovell eventually broke <strong>the</strong> silence."He was discovered this morning, sir.""Discovered?" Lovell asked in a hollow voice."On <strong>the</strong> riverbank, sir!" <strong>The</strong> midshipman appeared to believe he had brought good news. "He's safe on board <strong>the</strong> <strong>War</strong>ren, sir.""Tell him . . ." Lovell said, <strong>the</strong>n could not think what he wanted to say to Saltonstall."Sir?""Nothing, lad, nothing."Hoysteed Hacker slowly crumpled <strong>the</strong> hand-drawn chart and tossed it onto <strong>the</strong> campfire. <strong>The</strong> first gun <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> new day fired.Lieutenant John Moore, paymaster to His Majesty's 82nd Regiment <strong>of</strong> Foot, knocked nervously on <strong>the</strong> house door. A cat watched him from <strong>the</strong> log pile.Three chickens, carefully penned by laced withies, clucked at him. In <strong>the</strong> garden <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> next door house, <strong>the</strong> one nearer <strong>the</strong> harbor, a woman beat a rugthat was hanging from a line suspended between two trees. She watched him as suspiciously as <strong>the</strong> cat. Moore raised his hat to <strong>the</strong> woman, but sheturned away from <strong>the</strong> courtesy and beat dust from <strong>the</strong> rug even more energetically. A gun fired from <strong>the</strong> fort, its sound muffled by <strong>the</strong> trees surrounding <strong>the</strong>small log houses.Bethany Fletcher opened <strong>the</strong> door. She was wearing a shabby brown dress beneath a white apron on which she wiped her hands, which were red fromscrubbing clo<strong>the</strong>s. Her hair was disarrayed and John Moore thought she was beautiful. "Lieutenant," she said in surprise, blinking in <strong>the</strong> daylight."Miss Fletcher," Moore said, bowing and removing his hat."You bring news?" Beth asked, suddenly anxious."No," Moore said, "no news. I brought you this." He held a basket towards her. "It's from General McLean, with his compliments." <strong>The</strong> basket containeda ham, a small bag <strong>of</strong> salt, and a bottle <strong>of</strong> wine."Why?" Beth asked, without taking <strong>the</strong> gift."<strong>The</strong> general is fond <strong>of</strong> you," Moore said. He had discovered <strong>the</strong> courage to face four times as many rebels as <strong>the</strong> men he led, but he had no courageto add "as am I." "He knows life is hard for you and your mo<strong>the</strong>r, Miss Fletcher," he explained instead, "especially with your bro<strong>the</strong>r absent.""Yes," Beth said, but still did not take <strong>the</strong> pr<strong>of</strong>fered gift. She had never refused <strong>the</strong> simpler rations <strong>of</strong>fered by <strong>the</strong> garrison to <strong>the</strong> inhabitants <strong>of</strong>Majabigwaduce, <strong>the</strong> flour, salted beef, dried peas, rice, and spruce beer, but McLean's generosity embarrassed her. She walked a few paces fur<strong>the</strong>r from<strong>the</strong> house so that her neighbor could see her clearly. She wanted to give no excuse for any gossip."<strong>The</strong> wine is port wine," Moore said. "Have you ever tasted port wine?""No," Beth said, flustered."It is stronger than claret," Moore said, "and sweeter. <strong>The</strong> general is fond <strong>of</strong> it. He served in Portugal and acquired a taste for <strong>the</strong> wine which is said tobe a tonic. My fa<strong>the</strong>r is a doctor and he frequently prescribes port wine. Can I put it here?" Moore placed <strong>the</strong> basket on <strong>the</strong> threshold <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> house. Inside,beyond an open inner door, he had a glimpse <strong>of</strong> Beth's mo<strong>the</strong>r. Her face was sunken, still and white, her open mouth dark, and her hair straggling white ona pillow. She looked like a corpse and Moore turned away quickly. "<strong>The</strong>re," he said, for lack <strong>of</strong> anything else to say.Beth shook her head. "I cannot accept <strong>the</strong> gift, Lieutenant," she said."Of course you can, Miss Fletcher," Moore said with a smile."<strong>The</strong> general would not . . ." Beth began, <strong>the</strong>n evidently thought better <strong>of</strong> whatever she had been about to say and checked herself. She brushed away astray lock <strong>of</strong> hair and tucked it under her cap. She looked anywhere but at Moore."General McLean would be hurt if you refused <strong>the</strong> gift," Moore said."I'm grateful to him," Beth said, "but . . ." Again she fell silent. She took a thimble from <strong>the</strong> pocket <strong>of</strong> her apron and turned it in her fingers. She shrugged."But . . ." she said again, still not looking at Moore."But your bro<strong>the</strong>r fights for <strong>the</strong> rebels," Moore said.She turned her eyes on him, and those eyes widened with surprise. Blue eyes, Moore noted, blue eyes <strong>of</strong> extraordinary vitality. "<strong>The</strong> general knows?"she asked."That your bro<strong>the</strong>r fights for <strong>the</strong> rebels? Yes, <strong>of</strong> course he knows," Moore said with a reassuring smile. He stooped and recovered <strong>the</strong> thimble whichhad fallen from her hands. He held it out to her, but Beth made no move to take it and so, very deliberately, he placed it in <strong>the</strong> basket. Beth turned to lookat <strong>the</strong> harbor through <strong>the</strong> trees. <strong>The</strong> fog was gone and Majabigwaduce's water sparkled beneath a summer sun. She stayed silent. "Miss Fletcher'" Moorebegan."No!" she interrupted him. "No, I can't accept.""It is a gift," Moore said, "nothing more, nothing less."Beth bit her lower lip, <strong>the</strong>n turned defiantly back to <strong>the</strong> red-coated lieutenant. "I wanted James to join <strong>the</strong> rebels," she said, "I encouraged him! I carriednews <strong>of</strong> your guns and men to Captain Brewer! I betrayed you! Do you think <strong>the</strong> general would <strong>of</strong>fer me a gift if he knew I'd done all that? Do you?""Yes," Moore said.That answer startled her. She seemed to crumple and crossed to <strong>the</strong> log pile where she sat and absentmindedly stroked <strong>the</strong> cat. "I didn't know what tothink when you all came here," she said. "It was exciting at first." She paused, thinking. "It was new and different, but <strong>the</strong>n <strong>the</strong>re were just too manyuniforms here. This is our home, not yours. You took our home away from us." She looked at him for <strong>the</strong> first time since she had sat down. "You took ourhome away from us," she said again."I'm sorry," Moore said, not knowing what else to say.She nodded."Take <strong>the</strong> gift," Moore said, "please.""Why?""Because <strong>the</strong> general is a decent man, Miss Fletcher. Because he <strong>of</strong>fers it as a token <strong>of</strong> friendship. Because he wants you to know that you candepend on his protection whatever your opinion. Because I don't want to carry <strong>the</strong> basket back to <strong>the</strong> fort." Beth smiled at that last reason and Moorestood, waiting. He could have added that <strong>the</strong> gift had been given because McLean was as vulnerable as any o<strong>the</strong>r man to a fair-haired girl with anenchanting smile, but instead he just shrugged. "Because," he finished."Because?""Please accept it," Moore said.Beth nodded again, <strong>the</strong>n wiped her eyes with a corner <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> apron. "Thank <strong>the</strong> general from me.""I will."She stood and crossed to <strong>the</strong> door where she turned. "Goodbye, Lieutenant," she said, <strong>the</strong>n picked up <strong>the</strong> basket and was gone inside."Goodbye, Miss Fletcher," Moore said to <strong>the</strong> closed door.He walked slowly back to <strong>the</strong> fort and felt defeated.<strong>The</strong> three ships dipped to <strong>the</strong> wind, <strong>the</strong>y swooped on <strong>the</strong> long waves, <strong>the</strong> seas broke white at <strong>the</strong>ir cutwaters, <strong>the</strong>ir sails were taut and <strong>the</strong> wind was brisk
at <strong>the</strong>ir sterns. Away to port was Cape Anne where <strong>the</strong> breakers fretted at <strong>the</strong> rocks. "We must stay inshore," Captain Abraham Burroughs told ColonelHenry Jackson."Why?""Because <strong>the</strong> bastards are out <strong>the</strong>re somewhere," <strong>the</strong> captain said, nodding to starboard where <strong>the</strong> fog bank had retreated sou<strong>the</strong>astwards to lie like along dun cloud over <strong>the</strong> endless ocean. "We run into a British frigate, Colonel, and you can say goodbye to your regiment. If I see a frigate out <strong>the</strong>re I runfor port." He waved a hand at <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r two ships. "We ain't men-<strong>of</strong>-war, we're three transports."But <strong>the</strong> three transport ships carried Henry Jackson's regiment, as fine a regiment as any in <strong>the</strong> world, and it was on its way to Majabigwaduce.And in <strong>the</strong> distant fog, out to sea, in a place where <strong>the</strong>re were no marks, a fishing boat from Cape Cod watched o<strong>the</strong>r ships loom from <strong>the</strong> whiteness.<strong>The</strong> fishermen feared <strong>the</strong> big vessels would capture <strong>the</strong>m, or at least steal <strong>the</strong>ir catch, but not one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> British ships bo<strong>the</strong>red with <strong>the</strong> small gaff-riggedfishing boat. One by one <strong>the</strong> great ships slid past, <strong>the</strong> bright paint on <strong>the</strong>ir figureheads and <strong>the</strong> gilding on <strong>the</strong>ir sterns dulled by <strong>the</strong> fog. <strong>The</strong>y all flew blueensigns.<strong>The</strong> vast Raisonable led, followed by five frigates; <strong>the</strong> Virginia, <strong>the</strong> Blonde, <strong>the</strong> Grayhound, <strong>the</strong> Galatea, and <strong>the</strong> Camille. <strong>The</strong> last <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> relief fleet, <strong>the</strong>diminutive Otter, had lost touch and was somewhere to <strong>the</strong> south and east, but her absence scarcely diminished <strong>the</strong> raw power <strong>of</strong> Sir George Collier'swarships. <strong>The</strong> fishermen watched in silence as <strong>the</strong> blunt-bowed battleship and her five frigates ghosted past. <strong>The</strong>y could smell <strong>the</strong> stench <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> fleet and<strong>the</strong> stink <strong>of</strong> hundreds <strong>of</strong> men crammed into <strong>the</strong> cannon-freighted hulls. One hundred and ninety-six cannon, some <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m ship-slaughtering thirty-twopounders,were on <strong>the</strong>ir way to Majabigwaduce."Sons <strong>of</strong> goddamned bastard bitches," <strong>the</strong> fishing boat's captain spat when <strong>the</strong> Camille's gilded stern gallery had been swallowed by <strong>the</strong> fog.And <strong>the</strong> ocean was empty again.<strong>The</strong> rebels had been in Penobscot Bay for nineteen days, and in possession <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> high ground for sixteen <strong>of</strong> those days. <strong>The</strong>re had been more thantwenty councils <strong>of</strong> war, some just for <strong>the</strong> naval captains, some for <strong>the</strong> senior army <strong>of</strong>ficers, and a few for both. Votes had been taken, motions had beenpassed, and still <strong>the</strong> enemy was nei<strong>the</strong>r captivated nor killed.<strong>The</strong> resurrection and return <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> commodore had dampened Lovell's spirits. Of late he and Saltonstall had only communicated by letter, but Lovellthought it incumbent on him to visit <strong>the</strong> <strong>War</strong>ren and congratulate Saltonstall on his survival, though <strong>the</strong> commodore, whose long face was blotched red withmosquito bites, did not appear grateful for <strong>the</strong> general's concern. "It is a providence <strong>of</strong> God that you were spared capture or worse," Lovell saidawkwardly.Saltonstall grunted.Lovell nervously broached <strong>the</strong> subject <strong>of</strong> entering <strong>the</strong> harbor. "Captain Hacker was hopeful'" he began."I am aware <strong>of</strong> Hacker's sentiments," Saltonstall interrupted."He thought <strong>the</strong> maneuver feasible," Lovell said."He may think what he damn well likes," Saltonstall said hotly, "but I'm not taking my ships into that damned hole.""And unless <strong>the</strong> ships are taken," Lovell forged on anyway, "I do not think <strong>the</strong> fort can be attacked with any hope <strong>of</strong> success.""You may depend upon one thing, General," Saltonstall said, "which is that my ships cannot be risked in <strong>the</strong> harbor while <strong>the</strong> fort remains in enemyhands."<strong>The</strong> two men stared at each o<strong>the</strong>r. <strong>The</strong> guns were at work again, though <strong>the</strong> rebel rate <strong>of</strong> fire was much slower now because <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> shortage <strong>of</strong>ammunition. <strong>The</strong>re was powder smoke at Cross Island, and on <strong>the</strong> heights <strong>of</strong> Majabigwaduce and across <strong>the</strong> inlet north <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> peninsula. Even moresmoke rose from <strong>the</strong> low ground close to <strong>the</strong> Half Moon Battery. Lovell, angered that Banks's house and barn had provided cover for <strong>the</strong> Scottish troopsthat had driven his men away so ignominiously, had ordered that <strong>the</strong> buildings should be burned as a punishment. "And <strong>the</strong> Dutchman's house too," hehad insisted, and so forty men had gone downhill at first light and set fire to <strong>the</strong> houses and barns. <strong>The</strong>y had not lingered on <strong>the</strong> low ground, fearing acounterattack by McLean's men, but had just set <strong>the</strong> fires and retreated again."I shall present <strong>the</strong> circumstances to my <strong>of</strong>ficers," Lovell now said stiffly, "and we shall discuss <strong>the</strong> feasibility <strong>of</strong> an attack on <strong>the</strong> fort. You may dependupon it that I shall convey <strong>the</strong>ir decision to you promptly."Saltonstall nodded. "My compliments, General."That afternoon Lovell went to <strong>the</strong> Hazard, one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> ships belonging to <strong>the</strong> Massachusetts Navy and from where he summoned his brigade majors, <strong>the</strong>commanders <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> militia, Colonel Revere, and General Wadsworth. <strong>The</strong> council <strong>of</strong> war would be held in <strong>the</strong> comfort <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> brig's stern cabin wheregawking soldiers could not linger nearby to overhear <strong>the</strong> discussions. Captain John Williams, <strong>the</strong> Hazard's commanding <strong>of</strong>ficer, had been invited toattend as a courtesy and Lovell asked him to explain <strong>the</strong> navy's reluctance to enter <strong>the</strong> harbor. "Not everyone's reluctant," Williams said, thinking <strong>of</strong> hisown first lieutenant, George Little, who was ready to mutiny if that meant he could sail <strong>the</strong> diminutive brig into Majabigwaduce's harbor and take on <strong>the</strong>British. "But <strong>the</strong> commodore is being prudent.""In what way?" Wadsworth asked."You can get a ship in easy enough," Williams said, "but it would be a devilish business to get her out again.""<strong>The</strong> object," Wadsworth pointed out quietly, "is to stay in <strong>the</strong> harbor. To occupy it.""Which means you have to destroy those guns in <strong>the</strong> fort," Williams said, "and <strong>the</strong>re's ano<strong>the</strong>r thing. <strong>The</strong> fleet is running short <strong>of</strong> men.""We impressed men in Boston!" Lovell complained."And <strong>the</strong>y're deserting, sir," Williams said. "And <strong>the</strong> privateer captains? <strong>The</strong>y're not happy. Every day <strong>the</strong>y spend here is a day <strong>the</strong>y can't capture prizesat sea. <strong>The</strong>y're talking <strong>of</strong> leaving.""Why did we bring all <strong>the</strong>se ships?" Wadsworth asked. He had put <strong>the</strong> question to Williams, who just shrugged. "We brought a fleet <strong>of</strong> warships and wedon't use <strong>the</strong>m?" Wadsworth asked more heatedly."You must put that question to <strong>the</strong> commodore," Williams said evenly. <strong>The</strong>re was silence, broken only by <strong>the</strong> endless clanking <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Hazard's pump.<strong>The</strong> damage <strong>the</strong> brig had taken when Lieutenant Little had sailed her so close to Mowat's sloops was still not properly repaired. <strong>The</strong> brig would need tobe hauled ashore for those timbers to be replaced, caulked, and made tight, but <strong>the</strong> pump was keeping her afloat easily enough."So we must capture <strong>the</strong> fort," Peleg Wadsworth said, breaking <strong>the</strong> gloomy silence, and <strong>the</strong>n overrode <strong>the</strong> chorus <strong>of</strong> voices which complained that sucha feat was impossible. "We must take men to <strong>the</strong> rear <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> fort," he explained, "and assault from <strong>the</strong> south and east. <strong>The</strong> walls <strong>the</strong>re are unfinished and<strong>the</strong> eastern rampart, so far as I can see, has no cannon.""Your men won't attack," Revere said scornfully. For a week now, in every council <strong>of</strong> war, Lieutenant-Colonel Revere had urged abandonment <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>siege, and now he pressed <strong>the</strong> point. "<strong>The</strong> men won't face <strong>the</strong> enemy! We saw that yesterday. Three quarters <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> small-arms cartridges have gone andhalf <strong>the</strong> men are hiding in <strong>the</strong> woods!""So you'd run away?" Wadsworth asked."No one accuses me <strong>of</strong> running away!""<strong>The</strong>n, damn it, stay and fight!" Wadsworth's anger at last exploded and his use <strong>of</strong> a swear word alone was sufficient to silence <strong>the</strong> whole cabin."Goddamn it!" he shouted <strong>the</strong> words and hammered Captain Williams's table so hard that a pewter candlestick fell over. Men stared at him inastonishment, and Wadsworth surprised even himself by his sudden vehemence and coarse language. He tried to calm his temper, but it was still runninghigh. "Why are we here?" he demanded. "Not to build batteries or shoot at ships! We're here to capture <strong>the</strong>ir fort!""But'" Lovell began."We demand marines <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> commodore," Wadsworth overrode his commanding <strong>of</strong>ficer, "and we assemble every man, and we attack! We attack!" Helooked around <strong>the</strong> cabin, seeing <strong>the</strong> scepticism on too many faces. Those who favored abandonment <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> expedition, led by Colonel Revere, werefervent in <strong>the</strong>ir view, while those still willing to prosecute <strong>the</strong> siege were at best lukewarm. "<strong>The</strong> commodore," Wadsworth went on, "is unwilling to enter <strong>the</strong>harbor while <strong>the</strong> guns are <strong>the</strong>re to harass his shipping. So we assure him that we will silence <strong>the</strong> guns. We will take men to <strong>the</strong> rear <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> enemy's workand we shall attack! And <strong>the</strong> commodore will support us.""<strong>The</strong> commodore'" Lovell beganWadsworth again interrupted him. "We have never <strong>of</strong>fered <strong>the</strong> commodore our wholehearted support," he said emphatically. "We've asked him todestroy <strong>the</strong> ships before we attack and he has asked us to destroy <strong>the</strong> fort before <strong>the</strong> attacks. <strong>The</strong>n why not make a compromise? We both attack. If heknows our land force is making an assault <strong>the</strong>n he will have no choice but to support us!""Perhaps <strong>the</strong> regular troops will arrive," McCobb put in."<strong>The</strong> Diligent has sent no word," Lovell said. <strong>The</strong> Diligent, <strong>the</strong> fast Continental Navy brig captured from <strong>the</strong> British, had been posted at <strong>the</strong> mouth <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>Penobscot River to serve as a guard boat that could give warning <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> approach <strong>of</strong> any shipping, but her captain, Philip Brown, had sent no messageswhich suggested to Lovell that any reinforcements, for ei<strong>the</strong>r side, were at least a day away.
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